First Wizard King Novels & Stories

Emily and Kael. And a third figure standing between them. The First King. He looked exactly like Kael. Except his eyes were black. He smiled. "So." Kael stepped forward. "It's you." The First King nodded. "I've been waiting." Emily stood beside Kael. "What do you want?" "Freedom." Kael raised his sword. "You won't have it." The First King laughed. "You still don't understand." He pointed toward Emily. "She is the lock." Then toward Kael.

He had been silent since the gateway opened. His black eyes remained fixed on the woman. There is always another way. The woman looked at him. You are still pretending you can be one. The Shadow King smiled bitterly. And you are still pretending you cannot. The woman stared at him. Then her expression changed. Recognition. You. The Shadow King stepped closer. What do you know about me? You are the first mistake. He stiffened. Arielle looked between them. The woman continued. The First King was created to protect her.

When they pulled away from each other, he swept an arm out to me. “Magda, this is Queen Willow, mate to King Elbrus Lobo.” For some reason, something inside me withered at his announcement, and I rushed to correct him. “My name is not Lobo, it’s Panchak. I’ve had no formal mating ceremony, so technically, not the queen.” The tiny woman’s eyes glittered as she looked me over, finally, she offered me her hand. When I reached out to shake her hand, she snatched me to her, and bit my wrist, taking a sharp pull of my blood, and releasing me.

“He’s trying to bind to me. To make me sit.” Jayden stepped forward. “Over my dead body.” The figure turned. His face was hollow. But his eyes—his eyes were Aelin’s. Silver, glowing, eternal. “I made her,” he rasped. “You tried,” Ivy said, standing tall. “And you failed.” He rose to his full height. “I am the First King. The Alpha of Alphas. I carved the moon into flesh and called it daughter.” Jayden bared his teeth. “You’re a relic. A monster whispering lies into a child’s mind.”

They deserve nothing but blood and death. "The King has given an order. W.O.L.F works for the King. We will not be halted," a male voice says, and we look at the blacked out W.O.L.F agent. "I understand. I am just wondering if Atticus will regret this order later. He is extremely upset right now and is giving his first order as our new King," Logan says, and we twitch a little.

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it. The advertisement script has a scene where the disciples decide to fight with the main character in the middle of heaven and earth, which requires a majestic scene and must have blue sky, water, and a vast desert, so the filming crew had to fly to another area to get the scene. The key actor in the advertisement is, of course, a big star, playing the role of The Demon King, and all the models left are just background actors, playing the roles of a few brazen people surrounding and attacking the main actor. This type of role that is completely background has no prospect for a modelling career, but fortunately, the job lasts q

His face was that of a man but with notable uncanny features such as lacking philtrum, eyebrows, or pupil to made him barely passed as a man. "So the First King is a... djinn?" Tirana said in a whisper. "Of Marid kind, yes, and one of the firsts beings who discovered this island. Also, one of the firsts of us, too," Faux - Lars said, referring to the original self. "First of us... what?" "You said it before. Those that are like you. You are now part of a merry band that is the Twelve Scions."

The eye brightened. “Then I shall come myself.” The darkness moved. A hand emerged. Not a claw. Not a dragon’s limb. A hand. Massive beyond comprehension. Its fingers were larger than castles. It reached toward the fracture. Toward their world. The First King moved. For the first time since appearing, its expression became grim. “So it remembers the way.” Elara looked up, horrified. “What is that thing?” The First King was silent. The hand pushed further through. Reality cracked around it.

Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission when and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to never break any of her rules. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.